1 The air was heavy, and cold with dew.
2 He preserved a stoical and cold attitude.
3 Upon his aching and swelling head the cold cloth was like a tender woman's hand.
4 "I thought you was objecting to this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
5 There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats, coffee, and pickles and cheese.
6 "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they once get into it," said the other with cold judgment.
7 This cold officer upon a monument, who dropped epithets unconcernedly down, would be finer as a dead man, he thought.
8 The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting.
9 A coldness swept over his back, and it is true that his trousers felt to him that they were no fit for his legs at all.
10 He heard then the noise of a fire crackling briskly in the cold air, and, turning his head, he saw his friend pottering busily about a small blaze.